My Story:

In the face of cancer, I discovered a story of resilience that defied all odds. This book recounts my journey of triumph over the disease—not once, but twice. It is a testament to the extraordinary power of miracles and the unwavering strength that emerges when faith and hope intertwine.

My battle with cancer was not fought alone. It was a collective victory that included my dad, Brian; my mom, Ashley; my sisters, Creighton and Crosby; and a steadfast circle of friends and family who stood alongside me. The consistent support of my coaches, teammates, and a remarkable team of medical professionals also played a crucial role in our shared success. Throughout my journey, the prayers, encouragement, and generosity of so many people gave us the strength to persevere even when everything seemed bleak. 

Above all, this is a story about the divine. God, the author and hero of my narrative, walked by my side every step of the way. He wielded His healing power through the hands of skilled physicians, ultimately saving me from the clutches of despair. God’s presence was not confined to the realm of physical healing: It also awakened my soul and gave me a strong sense of purpose. I feel a deep, undeniable calling to share my story and breathe life into others. It is my belief that by sharing our testimonies, we take our stories away from the enemy and give the glory to God, where it belongs. However, a testimony cannot happen without a test, and the tests I’ve gone through have provided countless examples of the grace of a loving God who cares for His children. My goal is to remind you that regardless of the tests you are facing in this life, it is possible to honor God in the midst of them and to turn your negative experiences into a positive testimony for the glory of His name. 

The story I am about to share is as astonishing as it is true. Surviving stage 4 cancer at the tender age of two and later defying the odds at seventeen, I have been likened to a lightning-strike survivor or a lottery winner, triumphant not once but twice. As one of my coaches aptly remarked, “You can’t make this story up.”

My intent in sharing this journey is to demonstrate the existence of miracles. It is a testament to the human spirit’s ability to overcome any adversity, be it medical, mental, or circumstantial. I implore you to believe that not only can you survive, but you can thrive, embracing the gift of a renewed existence.

To the tireless medical professionals, this account is dedicated to you. While you may not be the ones stricken by illness, I know that your relentless efforts to heal can leave you feeling powerless at times. To all the parents, family members, and friends who offer constant prayers for help and restoration, know that healing is not an intangible dream but a tangible possibility. This story is also for those who are new in their faith or who go through life as “lukewarm Christians.” May this story help you grasp the beauty of walking side-by-side with God. 

Lastly, this story is for those who find themselves engulfed in hopelessness. I have stood in the shadow of imminent death, confronted with the chilling reality that my time on this earth may be fleeting. It forced me to mature beyond my years, questioning the very essence of life. Yet, within the depths of that darkness, I discovered a flicker of light, a glimmer of hope that propelled me forward—times two.

This, my friends, is my story.